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Poem of The Day
By Pat Mora
I remember
the first day,
how I looked down,
hoping you wouldn't see
me,
and when I glanced up,
I saw your smile
shining like a soft light
from deep inside you.
“I'm listening,” you encourage us.
“Come on!
Join our conversation,
let us hear your neon certainties,
thorny doubts, tangled angers,”
but for...
the first day,
how I looked down,
hoping you wouldn't see
me,
and when I glanced up,
I saw your smile
shining like a soft light
from deep inside you.
“I'm listening,” you encourage us.
“Come on!
Join our conversation,
let us hear your neon certainties,
thorny doubts, tangled angers,”
but for...
Poem of The Day
By Kyle Okeke
My brother,
he says, setting
me in the car seat,
you will always be
Nigerian first.
he says, setting
me in the car seat,
you will always be
Nigerian first.
Poem of The Day
By Sasha Pearl
I went to Ulta Beauty to buy perfume
I was horny and I wanted the universe inside my nose
The lit shelves and raised hair
Press a sensual towering cloud
Swells and pitches of blood
This one smells like observation deck
This one smells like Florida toilet
Stinky zoo
Albino gator
There was no tester for Ariana Grande’s “thank u next” signature…
I was horny and I wanted the universe inside my nose
The lit shelves and raised hair
Press a sensual towering cloud
Swells and pitches of blood
This one smells like observation deck
This one smells like Florida toilet
Stinky zoo
Albino gator
There was no tester for Ariana Grande’s “thank u next” signature…
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to the city I am of.
Am without.
To watch play out around me
as theater —
audience as the dead are audience
to the life that is not mine.
Is as not
as never.
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it turns out to be such
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